. I'm just---" "Tourist is lookin', Miss Fallon," the young man said. "Lookin' and lookin' and lookin'." "I see that, Malcolm," she answered. Her gaze...remained steady, and Dave had a dumb, nervous grin on his face. "What interests you?" Miss Fallon asked him. Her hair was long and black, streaked with gray at the temples, and she wore not a robe or cloak or a voodoo costume but a pair of Guess? jeans and a bright purple African-print blouse. "Long life?" She picked up a vial and shook it before. One could never be certain that the flirtee wasn't mentally unbalanced or incapable of understanding that she intended nothing beyond the flirting. In a couple of painful instances, she had narrowly escaped without a major scandal when someone she had no intention of allowing next to her decided to up the ante way beyond her limit.Then came the Internet with its promise of total anonymity. She was able to flirt to the utmost degree. She could even promise sexual favors she had only dreamed of. Her mother had already told me that Tina did not like pancakes, but she ate that one. Apparently she liked all of the extra blueberries that I had put in it or she was really hungry. The third possibility was that she didn’t want to piss me off right away. No matter, she ate it and even said thank you. This was going to work out after all.The girls stayed naked and Peggy gave me sex every day. Peggy would tell Tina to go take a walk and then she would ask me how and where. The very first time. I could see his rock hard shaft between my legs and playfully rubbed our cocks together. “I want to fuck you, Bill. I want you right now,” I said in a breathless voice that I barely recognized. He reached to the nightstand and handed me a tube of lube. Hurriedly I applied it to myself and then lovingly spread it over him. He closed his eyes and groaned when his cock danced at my touch. I straightened up on my legs, held his cock in my hand and then sank slowly onto him. Oh god, yes! He was hard.